I remember the day my wife and I checked into the Hotel Elsinore. It was supposed to be a romantic getaway for our anniversary, but from the moment we arrived, something felt off. The air was thick with an eerie silence that seemed to swallow up every sound we made.
As we stepped into our room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching us. The decor was old-fashioned and musty, with faded wallpaper peeling off the walls. I suggested we leave and find another hotel, but my wife convinced me to stay. She thought it would be an adventure.
The first night was uneventful, but the second night is when things started to get strange. We were woken up by an unsettling scratching sound coming from the walls. It was like something was trying to claw its way through the plaster.
My wife was terrified, but I tried to reassure her that it was probably just mice or rats. We put in a request to have someone come check it out in the morning, and tried to go back to sleep.
But then the scratching turned into a low growling, and we could hear footsteps coming from the hallway outside our door. They were slow and deliberate, like someone was purposefully trying to scare us.
Suddenly, the door creaked open and a figure stepped inside. It was a woman dressed in a tattered white gown, with long tangled hair covering her face. She didn’t say anything, but just stood there staring at us with empty eyes.
I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My wife clung onto me, shaking with fear. The woman started moving towards us, slowly raising her arms as if she wanted to strangle us.
That’s when I remembered something I had read about the Hotel Elsinore. Legend had it that a woman had been murdered in that very room years ago, and that her spirit still haunted the place.
With all my strength, I managed to push my wife towards the door and we ran out of the room. We didn’t stop until we were outside, gasping for air and trying to catch our breath.
We never went back to the Hotel Elsinore again after that night. But even now, years later, I can still feel the cold grip of fear that took hold of me that night. And I thank God every day that I had my wife there with me to face it together.